I will tell you all a tale, a Jellicle of old
A cat of highest bravery, a feline very bold
Times I have to say were tough, times were very hard
War had set about the land, troubles wide and far
In the days of mad King George there was a plague of rats
They got into everything, even cider vats
A threat they were to house and home, to wheat and barley crops
The matter went to Parliament, to the very top
A mouser of the highest grade, a cat of utmost skill
Was needed to sort the problem rats, to go out and kill
Trixenstaff was drafted in, to fight the vermin foe
Her class were sharp, senses tuned, she was good to go
Trixie started right away, prowling through the barns
Hunting down the rats and mice as they plagued the farms
She creapt around the corn fields, chasing down her prey
Stopping any rodent that got in her way
But the rodents had a hero, a champion named Flix
A giant rat whose aim in life was to give Trixie a kick
This ogre was enormous, a monster among rats
A vicious demonic character who'd seen off many cats
His class were long and pointy, his tail just like a whip
His teeth a pair of razor blades that would do more than nip
A showdown was arranged, a reckoning was in place
Trixenstaff and Flix would meet, they'd meet face to face
If Trixie was to win, the rats would calmly go
And if Flix would win the fight, well you don't want to know
The battleground was ready, the warriors were poised
Spectators watched anxiously and made a lot of noise
Flix moved first: he'd done research
On Trixie's ways for this day
If Trixie won, he'd be done
But or Trix, moved too quick
Dodged his jaws and his claws
She'd learned too, Flix she knew
He'd strike fast, so for her to last
Smart she'd be and claim victory
The battle raged, they traded blows, both sides looking good
Flix and Trixie fought their best, doing all they could
Finally Trixenstaff caught a lucky break
Flix tripped over his own tail, a bad mistake to make
Trixenstaff saw her chance and pounced upon her foe
Flix was in a tangle, with no place to go
Trixie knew she had no choice, she could not be slow
And with super feline effort, dealt the final blow
The rats accepted their defeat and with the mice they left
Promising never to return, they'd been beaten by the best
They were good to their word and never once returned
The crisis was averted, the invasion had been burned
Trixenstaff was taken to London to King George
She was given Royal treatment, a complete London tour
George conferred on Trixenstaff the title of Grand Dame
And a diamond studded collar emblazoned with her name
Songs and stories were composed about her noble task
Or how she helped King and country beat a rodent army vast
So now we celebrate a cat, a legend and a half
The saviour of Georgian times, the great Trixenstaff
